I always knew I wanted to be a mother, but let's face it, kids are gross.
I go into the "guest" bathroom or more like the "kids" bathroom just now. My oldest said there were flies in there. Ok, I'll investigate, first I cleaned the cat box (not the source of the flies, barely dirty). I notice the shower curtain is closed. We don't use that bathtub/shower, so I don't clean it, I open it.
One of these adorable, smart little monsters of mine, emptied a bowl of cereal into the bottom of the tub, dried milk & cereal, the spoon and the bowl are all in there.
I was trying to clean with no explosion, I had already found annoying things this morning prior to this. I found popsicle wrappers dripping their leftovers onto the living room carpet, near the trash, but not in it. Another trash overflowing and tipped over, does anyone not see that?!?!? No one under the age of 33 around here can actually get their pee all the way in to toilet, it's like a pee sprinkler. Also, the poop bandit is back, "oh, I wiped and got poop on my fingers, I know, I'll just wipe it on the wall right here".
I am doing laundry as all of this is occuring and find one of my "rice packs" that we use as an ice pack substitute freshly washed and freshly ruined.
Messy, stinky, lazy,naughty little spawn of mine.
I spend all day picking up stuff that isn't mine and cleaning messes I didn't make. If anyone else in the house touches it, I automatically also have to. I love these boys, they are my entire world, but big families equal big messes, and mama is tired.
So this cereal thing, a totally unavoidable mess didn't make me explode but....
Mama grounded them all, cause "somebody" did it, but "nobody" knows who.